Word: sort
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Stockboys wheel out new racks of dresses and are immediately mobbed. Mrs. Conroy: "We sort of crunch those poor boys up against the wall, grab what we can and then, resuming our ladylike dignity, trip...
THAT NIGHT. At home in Needham Mrs. Conroy and Terry sort through day's buys, setting some aside to be wrapped for Christmas, others for storage in a special closet they had built in their basement for the surplus. As they hold up each item, they ask: "Do we really need this?" And each time, giggling like schoolgirls, they answer...
...sing it too, the choruses became enormous, and orchestras swelled proportionately. On the theory that if Handel had had a big orchestra he would have used it, a series of uncalled-for instruments puffed Handel's clean, baroque textures into plodding Victorian obesity. This musical elephantiasis reached some sort of a climax in 1959, when Sir Thomas Beecham recorded a Messiah that sounded a bit like Richard Strauss's Elektra: with cymbals, bells, triangles, and even a gong...
...also, as he has said, the face of a "heavily doped Chinese illusionist" -a perfect Noel Coward characterization of the sort of facial urbanity one wears to prize-givings. At one dinner party, Earl Mountbatten of Burma actually calculated that Coward had written 27 plays and 281 songs, and Sir Laurence Olivier called him "utterly unspoiled." The Coward eyebrows uncocked a bit, the eyes glanced sideways, and the words hummed forth on the wings of a bee: "That's what you think." He rose to reply to the tributes at a midnight gala in his honor: "I am awfully...
Fortunately, love conquers all, including clinical details. It even manages to overcome the index-card scholarship ot the author, a professor of Italian literature at Berkeley. Yet despite the innate beauty of its subject and its careful grooming by its author, The Kiss Sacred and Profane is the sort of book that one normally takes to lunch but rarely...